John Rowlinson (27 Jun 1964 - 10 Aug 2016)

John had everything you would want in a person: he was kind, warm of heart, funny, and a true gent of a mancunian. Being in the room with John there was simply fun. Although (like everyone else I'm sure) I would have liked to spend more time with John, I will remember the times that i spent with him as being filled with laughter, genuineness and great mancunian humour. A fabulous human being, the best of us, and missed by even those who weren't close family or friends - the mark of someone special! X

Thank you for making me feel part of your wonderful family from day one. I'll never forget your stories and how you greeted me with "Hiya Baby" a hug and a peck on the cheek.
I'll miss you always, I'll keep my promise. Love you, sleep well xxx

Well are going to miss John in every way. The first time I met John I though he was the most thoughtful man I ever met and that he was the perfect person to spend his life with my best and loyal friend Kirsty. When we found out that John had this terrible disease we wanted to be as helpful as we could . John was a wonderful man who always did good things; he loved to smile instead of showing his pains. This made him a truly brave man. We hope that our wonderful friend can rest in peace

RIP John, you will be sadly missed by your family and friends. Xx

John was my boss. I've avoided bosses for a very long time (being self employed) but John was one of the only ones I had absolute total respect for. A man of his word and an absolute gentleman. I'll miss him very very much xx

In loving memory of John.

God bless john...Hope we can beat this monster, cancer, as soon as possible. Love from Lynn and Sam xx

Words cannot described how and what to say. I miss you, we all do! Thankyou for being the greatest uncle I could have asked for. For teaching me so much! From how to properly use a brush! To how to install a hand dryer and whistle at the same time, whilst women try and have a pee in peace, how to build a 7mile High ladder to clean the guttering (I wasn't there to witness that one but I wouldn't expect anything else) You have taught me so much that I will never forget. Things that only you could teach and ill never forget!
This isn't something that any of us want to do, or say because it just doesn't feel real, but Goodbye Uncle John. I love you and miss you always. Sleep tight xxx

No words can say how much John will be missed. He had a heart of gold and enough love to go around the world a 100 times. He made me feel part of the rowlinson clan and always made me smile, from the first memory I have of him dressing up in an inflatable santa suit and arriving to nanas on Christmas morning to hiding my birthday money in a book or looking after me when I'd drunkenly stumble to the sailsbury after a night out , one things for sure I'll miss you so very much. Sleep tight uncle John xxxx

Twenty years ago, almost to the day, I moved into my house. The previous owners, who I quickly discovered were just nasty bigots, had warned me about the next door neighbour, who "had some very flamboyant visitors late at night"

I couldn't wait to meet him. He sounded fun.
I thought I was Miss Fancy cos I'd just bought a house, but one of the first things I did was blow a fuse, but I didn't know this. I only knew that that was why the electrics went off, because John heard me getting 'upset' and came round to help. At 2am, I had an encounter with a massive spider and not only screamed my house down, but Johns too, because he came rushing round, tooled up, prepared to confront my attacker, but ended up spending nearly an hour chasing a spider around my bedroom, cos he missed the first time and if he didn't find it I'd have to move!

I didn't know it then, but that was the first of many times that John would come to my rescue. From insect removal, through correct use of a drill (because he heard me making a mess of it through the wall) and gardening help, to providing me with hours and hours of amusement at his various building/home improvement projects. It took him 3 years to build a porch!
If he saw me trying to attempt a project in my house, he would casually knock on my door holding a hammer, with a suggestion that it might be better than a shoe when knocking in a nail. I lost count of the many varied things he has lent me over the years (all of which I returned btw)

Every single thing I know about DIY, and I now know quite a bit, I know because of John.
He was kind, generous and just simply the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet. He never got frustrated with my hopelessness and helplessness, he just taught me what I needed to know.
I guess he figured, the more he taught me, the less he'd have to get up in the middle of the night and save me. It didn't occur to him that he didn't have to do any of it. He could have just let me get on with it, but that wasn't John. John would always help. John would always do what he could to help someone. Too many times to mention, John was a hero.

In loving memory of John Rowlinson. You will be sadly missed by all of us in the Pub Industry. One of life's good Guy's. Rest in peace.

From Andrew Jamieson and colleagues at Heineken, Star Pubs & Bars.

Always feel welcome in the Salisbury , proper boozer